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Chapter 332 Sister

The air is fresh, the heaven and the earth are full of aura, looking at the familiar scene, Zhao Sicheng's mood is not ordinarily good, the only fly in the ointment is that the sky is a little overcast, and it is raining lightly, and the raindrops are close to one meter next to Zhao Sicheng, as if they have encountered an enchantment, and they can no longer penetrate it. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Spiritual power locks on the Thunder Imperial Capital, teleport!

"Uncle, why are there so many people here?" Zhao Sicheng had red lips and white teeth, and was polite, just like an ordinary boy next door.

However, if it is Ziwang, Chris, and Mei Ji, who are familiar with Zhao Sicheng, they must know that Zhao Sicheng is not in a good mood at the moment, of course, not because of this light rain in the sky, but because Prince Gong's mansion is surrounded again.

Saying the word "again", Zhao Sicheng couldn't hold back the murderous intent in his heart: "I really think that the deity is the weak and incompetent 'God of Knowledge'......"

Last time, it was Zhao Yinxiang, the ancestor, who surrounded Prince Gong's mansion, and Zhao Sicheng endured it. Zhao Sicheng not only endured it, but also almost damaged his foundation and helped this ancestor become a god. This time, Prince Gong's Mansion was besieged again, and there was still a large part of the Zhao family's holy level, Zhao Sicheng didn't know which Zhao family's "ancestor" was going to besiege Prince Gong's Mansion this time. Since he didn't know, he naturally wanted to ask, of course Zhao Sicheng wouldn't ask those level 7 or level 8 sword masters, but directly found a sword saint.

"Uncle?" Sword Saint touched his chin, his beard had been shaved clean, although the actual age of the Sword Saint was over a hundred years old, but his actual appearance was only a middle-aged man in his thirties, far from the "Uncle" level. Don't think that only women care about their appearance, men also care about it, after all, there are not many women who like old men.

Looking at the young man dressed in black in front of him, there was a fat white cat hanging on the young man's right shoulder, and the sword master always felt that something was not coordinated? The young man's standing posture was a little casual, but the sword master still saw from his clothes and temperament that the young man had a very good upbringing, and he was definitely a nobleman with cultural heritage, not a native bun from the countryside.

Aristocrat. By the way, the Sword Master finally knew where the incongruity was, the nobles above the ninth level all possessed magic and fighting energy, but this black-clothed young man had no magic and fighting spirit fluctuations, and the most important thing was that those level 7 and level 8 swordsmen and level 9 great sword masters who were besieging Prince Gong's Mansion next to him were all eating dry rice?

The Sword Saint shouted, "Come on, take down this spy." ”

"Come, they can also come, let's say, why do you want to surround Prince Gong's Mansion?" Zhao Sicheng's tone was flat, but he was actually anxious in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Yuanzheng and Ye Xi'er were safe and sound, Zhao Sicheng had directly searched for his soul, where would he have asked so "gently" like now? After all, the Sword Saint in front of him was still the Zhao family.

Hearing Zhao Sicheng say this, the Sword Master also found that the trees around him could still move with the wind, but all his subordinates had become living statues.

The Sword Saint was not shocked, and his face did not change, but he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

During the questioning, the Sword Saint had already drawn out his big sword, and swung it at Zhao Sicheng with a sword, which seemed to be an ordinary sword, condensing the Swordmaster's thunderous fighting spirit.

Seeing the Thunder Fighting Qi, Zhao Sicheng's fire Qi rose sharply, and the version of the Sword Saint using the Thunder Fighting Qi was not much streamlined, just from the version of the Sword Saint's Thunder Fighting Qi, I knew that this Sword Saint was in the direct bloodline for about four generations, no more than five generations at most, and belonged to Zhao Sicheng's close relatives.

Now, this close relative Sword Saint has surrounded Prince Gong's Mansion, and he is still swordsmanship towards Zhao Sicheng, in addition to the high anger, Zhao Sicheng also has an indescribable sadness in his heart, he has never experienced this feeling in his previous life, why is it that he is of the same race, but he still wants to kill each other?

The big sword in the Sword Saint's hand emitted bursts of thunder and thunder, roaring, and Zhao Sicheng grabbed the Sword Saint's big sword with one hand. The Sword Saint's face did not change, but Zhao Sicheng still saw the horror in the Sword Saint's eyes.

This hand! Zhao Sicheng's hand is no different from that of an ordinary nobleman, if there is a difference, it can be said that the skin of this hand is more delicate and perfect, how can a martial artist grow such a pair of hands? However, this "beautiful" hand grasped his sword with his bare hands, and the furious thunder and fighting spirit could not hurt this hand in the slightest.

The big sword was caught, and the sword saint did not sit still, but clenched his left hand into a fist, and the purple thunder fighting qi was condensed on the fist, and it was a punch aimed at Zhao Sicheng's dantian.

Seeing this punch, Zhao Sicheng couldn't help but be furious, his close relative, he was really ruthless at all, and if he was someone else, he would definitely be abolished after receiving this punch.

The Sword Saint hit Zhao Sicheng's dantian (the source of fighting energy) with one punch, and it was so easy to hit the target, and the Sword Saint's face immediately showed joy. However, the Sword Master soon couldn't laugh, and the punch he attacked was not at all like hitting the lower abdomen, it should be said that it was not like hitting a person, but like a hammer on stainless steel, which shook his fist and gave him a headache.

"You ......" The Sword Master couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, and there was a trill at the end of his voice, and he subconsciously glanced at the left rear.

There were nearly 300 saint-level people in this siege of Prince Gong's Mansion, and the place where the Sword Saint Wang was looking was the place where the most saint-level people gathered.

Of course, Zhao Sicheng couldn't turn a blind eye to such a big move of the Sword Saint, and took the big sword of the Sword Saint and played with it in his hand. The Sword Saint only felt that as soon as his hand was loosened, his weapon was taken away by the young man in front of him who seemed to be a nobleman.

"Who sent you?" Zhao Sicheng asked. People who can command so many saint-level people, even if they are not the mastermind, absolutely know who the mastermind is.

Hearing this question, the Sword Saint only felt a cold wind gently blowing, and the Sword Saint actually shivered, at this time, the Sword Saint felt as if he had degraded to a level 1 trainee warrior.

"It's 陛xià. ”

"Brother Emperor?"

The powerful spiritual power swept through the Thunder Palace, and Zhao Siqian happened to be discussing with the head of the fish to get the godhead of Prince Gong's mansion how to distribute. The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. This trip to the Divine Tomb to seal the Divine Realm, counting the killing of King Shen and Princess Shen, Zhao Sicheng only got six godheads, where was the godhead in King Gong's Mansion before?

Hearing this, Zhao Sicheng's hand couldn't help but tighten, and this top-level sword of the Yuanjing Continent immediately turned into a twist.

In less than a minute, Zhao Sicheng didn't want to listen anymore, touched Xiaobai on his right shoulder, and said, "Your little brother is here." ”

Xiao Bai was originally drowsy, but when he heard Zhao Sicheng's words, he suddenly became energetic and stared at the Sword Saint as if he were looking at a piece of fresh food.

"Meow ......"

The Sword Master felt that he was in a trance by this cat meow. One last thought, Brother Emperor, he knows His Majesty......

Zhao Yuanxi, the sword saint with a somewhat feminine name is really Zhao Sicheng's uncle. However, he is no longer a sword master, but a ghost with the strength of a level 2 full-fledged samurai.

Zhao Sicheng delivered the energy of the law of life to Xiaobai, and Zhao Yuanxi brought a demigod-level magic guide on his body, and Xiao Bai said that he was stabbed in the stomach by this magic guide. If it was usual, Zhao Sicheng would study this magic guide from the ruins of the elves. However, now Zhao Yuanxi's words made Zhao Sicheng's face a little ugly.

“...... , the four sword gods besieged one of the ten ancestors, and the ten ancestors were defeated, and finally died in the palace......"

Zhao Sicheng couldn't help but have a headache, he, the emperor's elder brother, was confused when he became the emperor? He actually joined forces with outsiders to kill his backer, what did he want to do? Don't you want to be the emperor? There are also ten ancestors, who have no god-level exercises, but rely on themselves to achieve god-level, and they actually die like this.

"Okay, let's go into the house. The more Zhao Sicheng listened, the more angry he became, and his sense of Zhao Yuanxi, the old man, became worse and worse. already knew that the emperor united with outsiders to snipe the ten ancestors, and he didn't stop it, but helped the emperor bully his family.

Zhao Yuanxi stared at Zhao Sicheng's face, it turned out that the reincarnation of the god of knowledge was like this, and the gods seemed to be no different from our human race. I heard that the god has no feelings, and the god of knowledge does not match the rumors.

"The emperor's brother really looks up to Prince Gong's Mansion, and he actually crippled all the blood slaves......"

Zhao Sicheng was confident that without the help of the gods, his emperor brother would not be able to capture Xiaoyao Pavilion. However, there is no danger to life, but it is like going to prison, Zhao Yuanzheng and Ye Xi'er, a couple who are born to jump out, can endure this kind of life?

Zhao Sicheng clenched his fists, endured the killing intent, and teleported home.

The years have not left traces on Ye Xi'er's face, Ye Xi'er's naturally beautiful appearance does not need to be modified, and the first woman Zhao Sicheng saw after his reincarnation is still beautiful and moving.

"Mom's ......"

Ye Xi'er is still Ye Xi'er, she likes to press Zhao Sicheng's head on her plump chest, but Zhao Sicheng is not Zhao Sicheng when she was a child, her tall figure makes Ye Xi'er feel like she is in Zhao Sicheng's arms.

"Sicheng...... Sicheng is obedient, it's good to come back, it's good to come back......" Ye Xi'er hugged Zhao Sicheng tightly, and her strong love was indescribable: "Let my mother see, my Sicheng has lost ...... weight"

Losing weight is thin, but it also made Zhao Sicheng temporarily get out of the lazy and lazy state of Yuanjing Continent, and now he looks more shrewd and capable. It's just that Zhao Sicheng was a little embarrassed to use such a childish title as a good girl when he was so old, but Ye Xi'er looked up and down, and his eyes full of concern made Zhao Sicheng forget about this innocuous little thing. Listening to Ye Xi'er's chatter, this is what it feels like to be at home.

After the half-ring, according to Ye Xi'er's somewhat exaggerated and off-line character, he should have shouted excitedly and loudly: "Yuan Zheng, Sicheng is back!"

Then he ran out all the way and left Zhao Sicheng aside. Now, looking at Ye Xi'er's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, it is obviously not in line with Ye Xi'er's character.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Zhao Sicheng asked with concern.

Ye Xi'er squeezed out a strange expression and said, "Sicheng, you have a sister." ”

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